Obviously, I’m not the most dedicated blogger in the world. Too many interests and distractions, not enough time. Welcome to real life kids. Anyway, don’t be concerned, I eat pizza more than I blog about it. I figured for my second file I had to pay tribute to my new neighborhood haunt, Fogo2Go. After some…

I twist myself up like this weak piece of napkin in my hand, wringing, and twisting, until all I’m left with are bits of something barely recognizable, white crumbs that I can’t hold but I try endlessly scrounging around on my hands and knees for each fallen piece, like picking at lint that was never…